"punchin" poems
*wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.*
money is a means to buy things that make you happy when my grandma gave me twenty I said **** ya and she slapped me now Im workin for some currency and right now I am currently in debt a couple thousand and my parents keep on worrying but I know that I'm capable to escape this hole and make a boat and sail away, Ima stop punchin lines like JayLeno my paychecks and timesheets are worthless when I die, so Ima **** the system quit my job and live my life, ya **** the system
*wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.*
twenty years wasted? I don't think so, but did I do anything? I don't think so but this last week I thought deep like Alaskan fisherman watching their lines my rhymes and flow are cold like hos in the middle of palm springs, so frosty, no dirt on my shoulder, I wish somebody told me it hurts gettin older....
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
hard to get but i gotta connect
i am a regular cat tryina get
not much time so we gotta jet
all that while i connect to Cat
have we met? common we've done that
where you at? is what i'm tryina get
i want you, wanna see you striptease
do that for a little than get on your knees
get down to bizz ness lets get you *******
party like famous this about to get shameless
you a tease - i like this, let me hit this
such a **** pretty little miss
i start out slow then go all the way in
you turn me out i'll keep going back in
touch your chest i like to lick em
bite a little on your *******
catch the rhythm lets get with it
let me look at you for just a minute
so much heat when you get loose
foreplay is over now i cruise
down your thighs i gently touch em
our bodies touch hearts are punchin
your ***** moist? i'll make it wetta
i want you moanin, and in sweat, yeah
**** me Cat lets make you bounce
let me hear your cries and sounds
i'll keep going steady bangin
i won't stop until you beggin
*** on your.. umm keep this a secret
you'll feel your body getting weak yo
lets have fun and get our freak on
*** so hard that you start leakin
would you like that? tell me honey
ain't **** betta for the money...
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
the big fat bus
with the big fat yellow bootay
soon
began to see
steam billowing
out
from under her
big fat yellow hood.
so trembling,
and idling rough
she pulled into the first stop,
a rough-looking roadhouse
to set a while and cool off.
sidling up next to
a brand new big shiny
new tour bus,
she
rather pleased,
for he,
was a
sweet lookin',
and kinda handsome lookin',
kinda thing,
till he opened his mouth.
reminded immediately
of an old song,
her enamor
did not last long.
"when i need something to help me unwind
i find a six foot baby with a one track mind.
smart guys are nowhere
they make demands
just give me a *****
with talented hands.
i go bar hopping
and they say last call.
i start shopping for a
neaderthal.
i like em big and stupid
i like em big and real dumb.”
ah that Julie Brown…
there’s a girl who knows how to belt ‘em out!
she cast a furtive glance
at Mr. Oh SO Brand New Bus
the big galoop,
waiting for his load,
when out of that rough
roadhouse spilled,
THE drunkest,
MOST obnoxious,
herd of redneck cowboys,
she had ever seen
or would care to ever
see again.
hootin' and hollerin'
shootin' off their guns,
just narrowly missing
her big fat yellow face.
a shovin' and a punchin'
blood flying here and there,
sounds of a cracking
bone or two.
shaking her bumper gently
from side to side,
quietly eased she,
her way
back on to the throughway.
and off she shot!
into the night!
pedal to the metal!
like a bat out of hell!
another
romantic fantasy disaster
narrowly
averted!
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
gettin clean
feels like rocky on a step climber
gonna fly now on repeat
as im gettin higher
goin nowhere
punchin air
no i'll never tire
cant breathe
collapsin
flappin
like a punctured tyre
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
hit the fields runnin' check back
brother sister
let me teach ya'll how to act
don't wind up shunned by the Pharisee crowd,
wave ****** flag cool colors loud
don't hold baited 'n hooked
people push 'n shove
take another look see **** ya'll do
to me us anyone
bicker clash
dustups like jabs at punchin' bags,
knock testament down inside gut
play rough balance tough ***** dumps
can't have place on run not planned or deliberate
desecration's child
dislodged drabbletailed 'n wild
daemon/cacodemon sittin' on shoulder
presses down like cinder blocks
reels 'n rocks
steps in avenue make or break
waves goin' steady backed down 'till now
up in face utter stainin'
shakedown beat down
daggers fly around
big shot judge 'n jury rapid fire sea fury
shook up soda pop foaming soft
cap off
slides down fast
slow to swallow won't last
sweet things arise 'n pass
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC